Recovery

That trauma Fio experienced during the snow storm last year must have been a doozy because Fiorella is sad to announce that she is having to learn how to play her ever-patient piano all over again. So far, although her eyes can identify all the notes, her fingers are still out in left field. 

Hmm...Son and wife have left Fio alone at home as darkness closes in, just like last night. Did they get wind of your girl planning to reconquer the pianoforte all on her own and decide to vacate?

Fiorella has lined half of the sill beneath the window in her studio with her very best--and weirdest-- rocks from her former home. The other half of the window sill is inhabited by a lovely coven of flat glass birds that was a Christmas present somewhere along the line. As you've probably figured out, Fio never throws anything interesting away.

At the end of Fio's first grade, the school wanted her to be double-promoted, but her mother, who had been double-promoted herself as a child, wouldn't allow it. At the end of your girl's second grade in a new school, again, she was marked for double-promotion, but again, Mother still didn't allow it. Throughout her junior and senior high classes, she performed well and when she reached college, continued to be marked for special programs, skipping the Master's and  going straight for the Doctorate--and this time, Mom was proud--but Fiorella was bored so she explored life as a wife and mother, painted pictures, designed a lovely home, wrote for several magazines and the newspaper, put out her own short-living newspaper, wrote a couple of romances, songs, and piano pieces, but now she's having to start all over again.

Please wish her well.